it occured to me you might be broken
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kh_drabbleChallenge; Distance Between Us
Title; His Saving Grace
Word Count; 342
Notes; Kairiku.
He sleeps at her side like a faithful pet, curled up tight against her body even though she's cold as ice and her bosom is as silent as a grave. It had long ceased to bother him, the empty silence, his mind more caught up in the things of the dark, of amber eyes and soft antennae that nudges at his gloved hands. He whispers to her nonsensical sweet nothings, stroking her auburn hair, breathing in her dry, illicit scent.
She is not dead, though her eyes don't blink and she doesn't breathe, and he doesn't have time (doesn't want to, more like) to think about the illogicality of the entire situation (her heart is missing but she's still alive, she is alive, my dear boy, so don't fret your pretty head about it). He is more content to kneel by her bed, kissing her hand like a prince would for his long-sought-for princess.
Perhaps if he were saner (or braver, or stronger, or a thousand other things that he isn't right now) she wouldn't have been here in the first place, but then he wouldn't have the liberty of touching each of her delicate fingers with his lips, examine her perfect eyelashes up close, or feel her weight in his arms.
It was a little mercy, a little gratification then, enough to just barely dull the sharp edge of loneliness at times where clarity struck, that the three of them were as equally as far away from each other, that though he had her body, he hadn't had her heart, and Sora, well, he didn't seem to care much about the two of them.
So he whispers poison against her lips, warning her against Sora, and he waits for the day that he'll deliver the first, magical kiss (no matter that he had stolen so many, so many in her dead sleep, she wouldn't know anyway). And then she'll wake, and she'll smile, just for him alone.
And maybe, just maybe, selling his heart and his soul to the darkness would have been worth it all.
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Challenge; Distance Between Us
Title; On Heroes and Villains (2nd entry for challenge)
Word Count; 215
Notes; Apologies for repeating the chess piece idea.
"I don't like how we're on opposite sides."
There was the click of a chess piece being set down, the flash of teeth in sunlight from a tight smile.
"I didn't think I had a choice."
A knotting of the brow, blue eyes scrunched up in concentration. The tip of a pink tongue, sticking out of the cupid's bow of a mouth.
"You always have a choice." The white pawn moves one step forward.
"Well, I didn't want you to be the bad guy then."
"I didn't want you to be the bad guy, either. You got too far away. We could have been together."
"There would be no one to rescue Kairi."
The lips turned downwards, and held itself stubbornly there. "We could have done it together."
A shake of silver hair, the bitter laugh cutting through birdsong. "Coulda, shoulda, woulda. You don't understand still, do you?"
Three pawns, two queens and a bishop died. White lashes lowered themselves onto pale cheeks, white fingers gripping the black king.
"In a chess game, someone has to take the black pieces. I was simply that someone."
"But we're friends. And I still can't find you."
"Well, maybe one day you or I will find that exact spot where the sky touches the land, and that's where we'll find each other."
"...But the sky never touches the land."
"Exactly. Checkmate, Sora."
Title; His Saving Grace
Word Count; 342
Notes; Kairiku.
He sleeps at her side like a faithful pet, curled up tight against her body even though she's cold as ice and her bosom is as silent as a grave. It had long ceased to bother him, the empty silence, his mind more caught up in the things of the dark, of amber eyes and soft antennae that nudges at his gloved hands. He whispers to her nonsensical sweet nothings, stroking her auburn hair, breathing in her dry, illicit scent.
She is not dead, though her eyes don't blink and she doesn't breathe, and he doesn't have time (doesn't want to, more like) to think about the illogicality of the entire situation (her heart is missing but she's still alive, she is alive, my dear boy, so don't fret your pretty head about it). He is more content to kneel by her bed, kissing her hand like a prince would for his long-sought-for princess.
Perhaps if he were saner (or braver, or stronger, or a thousand other things that he isn't right now) she wouldn't have been here in the first place, but then he wouldn't have the liberty of touching each of her delicate fingers with his lips, examine her perfect eyelashes up close, or feel her weight in his arms.
It was a little mercy, a little gratification then, enough to just barely dull the sharp edge of loneliness at times where clarity struck, that the three of them were as equally as far away from each other, that though he had her body, he hadn't had her heart, and Sora, well, he didn't seem to care much about the two of them.
So he whispers poison against her lips, warning her against Sora, and he waits for the day that he'll deliver the first, magical kiss (no matter that he had stolen so many, so many in her dead sleep, she wouldn't know anyway). And then she'll wake, and she'll smile, just for him alone.
And maybe, just maybe, selling his heart and his soul to the darkness would have been worth it all.
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Challenge; Distance Between Us
Title; On Heroes and Villains (2nd entry for challenge)
Word Count; 215
Notes; Apologies for repeating the chess piece idea.
"I don't like how we're on opposite sides."
There was the click of a chess piece being set down, the flash of teeth in sunlight from a tight smile.
"I didn't think I had a choice."
A knotting of the brow, blue eyes scrunched up in concentration. The tip of a pink tongue, sticking out of the cupid's bow of a mouth.
"You always have a choice." The white pawn moves one step forward.
"Well, I didn't want you to be the bad guy then."
"I didn't want you to be the bad guy, either. You got too far away. We could have been together."
"There would be no one to rescue Kairi."
The lips turned downwards, and held itself stubbornly there. "We could have done it together."
A shake of silver hair, the bitter laugh cutting through birdsong. "Coulda, shoulda, woulda. You don't understand still, do you?"
Three pawns, two queens and a bishop died. White lashes lowered themselves onto pale cheeks, white fingers gripping the black king.
"In a chess game, someone has to take the black pieces. I was simply that someone."
"But we're friends. And I still can't find you."
"Well, maybe one day you or I will find that exact spot where the sky touches the land, and that's where we'll find each other."
"...But the sky never touches the land."
"Exactly. Checkmate, Sora."
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